.. We even held handsand spun around together, laughing and giggling. I actually thought weboth looked so cute in our leotards and tights. Ryan was ...haking hishead. Anyway though, our lesson was interrupted by a phone call....Cha'relle would be over tomorrow afternoon to make me up as a blackgirl, and I told James that Tommy would be participating too asAshanti...."Oh good," said James, "I will tell Cha'relle to bring the stuff." We'll be ready." Cha'relle would get us tanned and prepped. I looked up to her face and her eyes were closed and a look of intense concentration was on her face. My fingers brushed her slit, and slid up and down, spreading the moisture, and she whimpered in pleasure. I quickly glanced at Mansour, and his hand was rapidly pumping his member; he would finish long before his wife, I thought.I put one finger into her opening, up to the first knuckle, and then let my thumb gently massage her clit. Less than fifteen seconds later, I felt her body start its. “Fuck, Brittany, don’t taunt my dad like that,” I said, standing by awkwardly while she plucked at her clinging top and smiled down at my dad.“Well, if I am being bad, maybe your dad just needs to spank me then?” cackled Brittany, and she threw herself impetuously across my father’s lap and wriggled her butt, offering up her round cheeks to be spanked.“Sweet jesus,” gasped my dad, looking down at my girl’s inviting ass with shock and longing. “This isn’t appropriate, Brittany. Uh, you are too. It’s haunted me all my life. Sports changing rooms at school, gents toilets where I have to turn away and try to hide it to avoid embarrassment. Girlfriends (not that I’ve had many) who when I got them to bed were too polite to laugh, but never came back for a second date.Anyway, that’s not really relevant, or maybe it is?“Tony, I asked you a question!” Firmer this time and I woke up from my reverie.She moved on the sofa opposite me and her skirt shifted slightly, did Aunty have stockings on? I.